On Being Brought from Africa to America
Phillis Wheatley
Track 17 on Emily Dickinson
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On Being Brought from Africa to America Lyrics
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
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- 8.Huswifery
- 17.On Being Brought from Africa to America
- 25.Nature
- 26.Economy
- 28.Conclusion
- 29.A Psalm of Life
- 30.Song of Myself
- 59.The Pasture
- 60.Mowing
- 61.Mending Wall
- 63.Design
- 68.A Sort of A Song
- 70.Danse Russe
- 72.A Pact
- 75.Oread
- 76.In Just-
- 80.Harlem Shadows
- 81.The Lynching
- 82.If We Must Die
- 83.Africa
- 84.America
- 85.The White City
- 88.Mother to Son
- 90.The Weary Blues
- 91.Mulatto
- 94.Democracy
- 96.Yet Do I Marvel
- 97.Incident
- 99.Everyday Use
- 100.Howl
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